Nature, No Apology

Stinkbugs and beetles, no shoes on their feet, crawl over silver polished ground, their own deep frozen world seeking out warm shelter. They don’t mourn the death of our flowers and crops. Our loss is their wake. “To every thing there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.” Eccl. 3:1
Frosty sliced apples
Under warm nutmeg syrup
A seasons blending

Haibun Monday at dVesepoetspub.com – prompt is first frost

May take A break for a while, prayers needed, thank you.

 

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on medium.com. My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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9 Responses to Nature, No Apology

  1. From stinkbugs to warm nutmeg syrup! I love the contrast!!

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  2. Prayers coming your way, Mary. Hope things settle down quickly for you.
    That haiku did remind me that, for me, it’s lunch time. Nicely penned.

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  3. kanzensakura says:

    Lovely haiku. Love the spicy apples.

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  4. Frank Hubeny says:

    I liked this sentence: “Our loss is their wake.”

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  5. lynn__ says:

    Prayers for you, Mary! Something is wrong with your first link…it leads to my blog editor. I’ll ask Victoria to delete it

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  6. This is a wonderful perspective… stinkbugs have their purpose and there is meaning for the honey

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